Stockholm

I could be wrong
 On a number of things
 But I've seen Stockholm
 And I'm enamored with it
 Come test me
 I gotta beat a machine
 Reverse John Henry
 Getting hammered
 Let's go out
 Imma be carded now
 Come of age
 Bloody sound
 Somebody cauterize my mouth
 Now
 We grew legs first
 Tails the color of sea
 So long sweet comfort
 Making landfall was hard
 I love you...
 Are you thinking of me?
 If so, then me too
 If you're waking
 Sand all these boards down
 We can place a house
 Make a drink
 We can put it down
 Neat and all on the rocks
 I'm no less confident
 I just know less
 When I think, all of it, coming down (well)
 I could be wrong
 Anyway it's okay, I'm sanguine
 No matter what y'all can say, I'm changing
 How about You fess up, get moving
 You are not less in love for losing
 Do you feel good?
 Do you feel it?
 My skin crawls under y'alls grip
 Ain't it checking out time at the Motorado?
 Are they making exceptions?
 I just woke
 Oh well